SaltGeorge:
She watches ships
SaltGeorge:
red
SaltGeorge:
coast lights
SaltGeorge:
the pier
SaltGeorge:
staff wanted
SaltGeorge:
no entry
SaltGeorge:
phonebox
SaltGeorge:
there is no end to the sky and the waters
SaltGeorge:
a rising tide lifts all boats
SaltGeorge:
at those times, at least once
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and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray
SaltGeorge:
it's kind of ridiculous
SaltGeorge:
beauty as well as bread
SaltGeorge:
portrait of the artist as a ghost
SaltGeorge:
coquet island
SaltGeorge:
Fisher Fleet, no.1
SaltGeorge:
bottom rungs in the ascent to greatness